Judgement

A mist was settling down
As we lay waiting and watching
Before the solemn bronze saint
I am old and blind yet wise

Melancholy days have come back
I don't have the strength to tell you
How sometimes I wonder if it's really true
If the wind works against us in the dark



Poetry by Coolaaron88
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Written on 2006-08-21 at 19:40

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